Have a Nice Day

It's not fair

how my heart twists every time

you stride past me with a nod in the hallway.

I scorch my eyes staring after you

and curse my feet for aching to follow.

"Have a nice day," you say,

tossing words over your shoulder.

Subtext: ...and stay away.

Your voice repeats itself:

a broken vinyl record

in my head.

Any chance of 'a nice day' for me

is ruined.